Playtime 3 – Individuals I'm sorry it's been so long since I published the previous 2 parts.....But I would truly love to hear your comments...and please dont forget to vote! Frank & Kath Frank, although extremely interested in events happening in the room, was also very keen to get close to Kath. "You like my outfit Frank?" said Kath, as she began to...
This is the story of my wife's initiation to the bored housewives club. My wife Sally had been telling me for ages how she wanted to earn some extra money but had lost all of her confidence since leaving work 14 years ago to start a family. Being the supportive "new man" I would look through the local ads and suggest some to her knowing full well she had no...
My career as a body painter has introduced me to some interesting people. Call them characters, if you must. But, understandably, a person willing to have their naked body turned into a canvas is going to be somewhat...extroverted. I've always thought exhibitionist was a cruel description for my subjects. In fact, if I do my job correctly the public should...
Susan's asked to leave Hannah's spare bedroom in Hershey, PA. Susan sat on her twin, lumpy bed in Hannah's small, spare bedroom talking to herself through her tears. Albeit much better than living at the shelter, she was still unhappy nonetheless. Without having a car or money to travel anywhere, she felt much like a prisoner living in a 12' by 12' room in...
What makes someone dominant and what makes someone submissive? That's what I'm exploring in this here story. The name is Natasha Tremblay, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian father and Haitian immigrant mother. My parents, Neil Tremblay and Jeanni...
It is late in the evening and Gail and I have put in a long day. We are getting ready to go home when she stops. “John, I need your cock before I get out of here. Let’s go in the conference room and fuck on the big oak table.” She is unbuttoning her dress as she walks down the hall. She enters the room and throws her dress over one of the large leather chai...
Part I I was 19. I was still a girl, not a woman. However, my preferences were already clear to me. I am not a lesbian or a bisexual. I like men. But more than that I like to see how they like me. That I like to be appreciated by men is nothing extraordinary. Every girl and every woman does the same. But for me it is an understatement. I like to see them...
The snow was coming down in gusting sheets blowing across the road so hard that it was amazing I could even see to drive. Even with the wipers on the high speed setting, the windshield seemed to add more and more snow as I pressed onward and upward towards McKenna's Pass. Mountain roads at night are bad enough to drive on, but with the heavy snow and the hid...
Christmas, 1992 Linda: I love you. I love making love to you. I love rubbing your back as you are lying face down on the bed, rubbing your shoulders first, then the small of your back, then back up to your shoulders and down again, a little further every time, gradually reaching your hips and ass. Back up a little, bring my hands along your sides, slide...
Copyright 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved. Rubies are Red. Part 18zp. Paul Major Peterson pointed with his finger at a rather crowded looking bay from his position on the short ladder between the pilot's seats. "That's where they want you to land." He said. I throttled back on the engines and allowed the nose of the plane to drop. "You can moor u...